You are (almost) all very dear to me. It seems like a silly thing, and maybe it is, but I’m old, so I have this imprinting. Discovering this site was a first salvation, trying to understand among sentences and listens another, the direct phrases another, the insults yet another, and the only thing that has never left me or made me feel down or harmed me is music (and poetry). Ever since I played, and drawing, which I can no longer do—I look at my old drawings and wonder how I spent hours making them. Then I came up with a unique stroke; all my drawings were made without lifting the pencil for hours. You are Debaser, thank God, and I mean the sky, which is better than any TV. In fact, now I keep looking at the sky since I no longer have TV.

Even though in the villa in front of me (I’m one of those types that Morrissey would say “what kind of people would live in houses like this”—me— but those in front... Cassiu climbing I can see from here, too bad I can't hear, ah ah, a country of poor rich people. Enough, I’m becoming slightly, rather HEAVILY PATHETIC, SO ENOUGH—NO PITY FOR ME. Hi, I’m happy!!!
Thank you all.